omg omg omg omg yes I do like it kathy omg omg I am happy that you are glad I like it omg omg omg it does feel like my lacy place apartment from warmth and hotness of it omg omg it does put smiles omg omg omg

I look around, still feeling overwhelmed by everything and not understanding what’s going on here. I mean, I know that Anna some how turned me into a very convincing looking girl and now I’m in a bar with lots of other attractive “ladies” but my head is spinning and I feel a little faint.

“Hello Chloe, I’m very happy to meet you. Welcome to the Lacy Place and to the Steel Horse Saloon.”

I look at the woman addressing me and then look back at the floor. She hugs me and continues…

“Chloe, this is Cathy, Donna, Shasta, Skye, Indi, and Sir.”

As she introduces each individual I give them a shy half smile without making eye contact with anyone.

A parakeet or whatever kind of exotic bird it is flies over towards me, startling me. I throw my hands up, nor expecting there to be fucking bird inside a bar.

“Chloe, please meet my pet bird, Robbie.”

Frowning and more than a little taken aback I look at the bird suspiciously and then at the lady speaking to me.

“What’s he looking at?”

That voice still sound surreal, whatever it was that Anna did to me better wear off soon and then first opportunity I get I am off, this madhouse is doing my nut in. At-least that’s what I’m thinking on the inside, but expressing that doesn’t seem so easy anymore.

I look at Anna and then my eyes dart around the room again. Are all these ‘ladies’ like me? Have they all been turned against their will like me? Surely not, they all seem happy and I’m far from happy about this. Maybe they have been drugged too, or brainwashed or… Maybe they’re just playing along, biding their time. Perhaps I should do the same wait until their guard is down and then make dash for sanity and safety.

(Play along play along play along) the affirmation resonates around my head, I want to tell them where to go, to stop calling my Chloe, my name is Ben but I’m guessing that Anna has messed them all up too. I’ll get even with Anna and with that bitch ex boss of mine for setting this whole thing up. But right now, I need to bide my time.

“It’s OK, I wasn’t expecting a parakeet to come out of nowhere.”

Damn I hope this voice thing wears off soon -I decline the offer of a drink (after-all I’ve already been drugged once and there’s no telling what they put in the coffee or the bitter around here).

Anna doesn’t seem to be doing much so I look around for somewhere to sit, ideally in a corner away from everyone, so I can assess the situation and plot my escape.

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